Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.